Suggestive Love: A 100 Themed Drabbles

By: afallenblackrose

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9.

Button

Words: 352

Snap!

Serena froze in her tracks, as she realized that she was feeling more cold air than she was supposed to. She looked behind her and down, and let out a shriek.

"NO!" The button that was holding her skirt to her skin had just snapped off and was now beginning to slide down her form. She clutched at it, holding it in place. What was she supposed to do now? She was way too far from her house to fix it, but maybe she could go to the arcade? Maybe Andrew had a sewing kit that she could borrow.

Darien's face popped into her head. She didn't move. That would be a problem if he was there, but she had no choice. It was the closest place. She leant down to pick up the popped button, when a hand entered her line of vision.

"This yours, Meatball Head?"

Someone upstairs was having fun at her expense.

"Um, yeah," he placed it into her outstretched hand. "Thanks, Darien."

"Not a problem, Serena," he replied. "So, which button is it?"

Serena blushed a deep crimson. "Er…"

But she didn't need to bother, for Darien was looking her over and saw how tight her grip was on her skirt, which was now down to her ankles and showing off some white lace…

"You know, Andrew has a sewing kit at the arcade," he offered quickly, trying to keep the blush on his face at bay. He couldn't have one of those fantasies in front of her.

"Really? I was just on my way there."

Snap!

A button from Darien's jacket, fell to her feet.

"Oh, let me get that for you," she began to lean down, showing more skin.

"No! I got it, it's alright," he said. "Why don't you get that button fixed?"

"Well, okay," she said. "Later, Jerk!" She rushed down the street. Darien leant down and picked up the button that had snapped off his jacket. Stupid things, he couldn't help but think and pocketed the horrible thing. Even though as he walked away, he had a grin on his face.